500th – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

"The decision we face is not to chart the perfect way forward; it is simply to embark on a journey. Once we’ve taken a step forward, the work will teach us where to take a second step, and then a third, and so on. Purpose does not reveal itself to those sitting safely at the starting block. In other words, you don’t plan your way into finding your purpose. You live into it.”
- Jacqueline Novogratz

500th

I guess I can't call it an accident
it's time to admit, intentionality.
Claiming my inner poet five years ago
(a birthday gift to myself) has led to this
my 500th post. I would have given up 
sharing, long ago, if it hadn't been for you 
you reading, then reflecting back 
your thoughts in return.

Knowing the aloneness of darkness
I started with the desire  
to reach just one
share my flashlight 
sit beside and just listen 
and listen some more.

These years have brought your voices
on the breeze, across seas, 
stanzas have sailed, flown
and walked themselves
beyond boundaries,
I have heard your hearts.

Together we are rewriting 
a world through poetry.

Thank you for being a part of my journey.
I am here to serve you in yours.

I would love to write with you and hold space for your words. 

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Quench

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Choose a small cup

simple, without handle

 

each hand deserves a curve of warm

the offering of this today, inhabited

 

it cannot help but overflow

effortlessly overcome boundaries

designed by small needs

running down the sides in abundance.

 

Maybe you have forgotten

how little it takes

to satisfy thirst.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2020

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Leaf Man – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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He brings me one each day

contrasts in shape, varied vibrancy

burnt red to ripe peach, presented

on the kitchen counter until evening

arrives at our window.

 

Held in his palm, our eyes meet

this wrinkled single donation

textured hues, imperfect edges

color story of today to cherish,

a temporary prize between us.

 

Trees give without expecting

something in return. Thankfully,

so does he.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

May you find someone to share the beauty of nature with today.

dVerse Poet’s Pub – Open Link Night 

 

A moment’s gift – poem by Ali Grimshaw

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a time to keep silence near
exhale’s companion

a sound of not needing
to hold on,

open palm invitation

to allow the next
while nestled in cocooned cotton

like snowflakes in your hair
layers of white quiet, an offering

you didn’t have to earn

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

 

Quadrille for d’Verse – Turn, Turn, Turn

 

Orbiting

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she wished to glue

leaves of color back onto the limbs

unprepared for season’s shift

then her dormant suitcase looked up

with eyes of grace, a reminder

of past orbits around the sun.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Ripe – a poem by Ali Grimshaw

 

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organic prizes tended affectionately

primed by summer’s passionate heat and BB King’s blues

quenching warmth, a gathering of sunlight kisses

red ripe to tango with your tongue and mine

slip into my backyard to delight in this tender flesh

this ready to please moment soon closed for the season.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

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Those that came before

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We are held

by unseen hands

family that came before

to hack through the wild

make a trail.

 

We are held

by their stories, mistakes

and courage. Rightness,

who is to blame

the tinted glasses we wear.

 

We are held

within their intentions

by the invisible imagination

of their hearts.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Inspired by this quote from Moorezart “We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.” ― David Mitchell, The Cloud Atlas

Photo from Pixabay

Contentment

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She lived in a dented silver trailer

plainly, without shine inside and out.

The window view of sea

filled her need for decoration.

 

Constant rhythm of wave reassurance

ever evolving color of cloud, mist, fog

always filled her with belonging.

 

Passersby with lipfrowning judgement

downcast look of sadness at her dwelling

would never know her truth.

 

She had found her community of paradise

between wind and simplicity.

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Silence